Charlie said nothing.
“Wonder if anyone ever rebuilt it,” said Tom. “Oh … not where it used to be. But somewhere else. Somewhere secret. Somewhere that a wandering girl in the mountains might stumble upon.” His voice was quiet, his tone mild, as if he and Charlie were passing the time of day, talking about the price of corn. But Benny could see clouds forming on Charlie’s face, darkening his expression. Lightning flashed in the bright blue eye, and fire seemed to burn in the pink eye. Charlie took a step toward Tom.
“You keep making accusations like that, Tom, and we might have to have a talk.”
Tom smiled. “We are having a talk, Charlie. And I haven’t made a single accusation. I’m just wondering out loud about why a busy man like you would be afraid of what’s on a pasteboard card.”
Charlie took another step, and now his bulk blocked the sun and cast Tom completely in shadows.
“Don’t mess with me, Tom. You got lucky once. Luck don’t hold long these days.”
Tom’s smile never wavered. He took a single sideway step and looked around Charlie Matthias. “Benny, it’s past your time to come on home. We’re supposed to be training today.”
“Training?” said the Hammer. “You’re teaching this pup the hunt?”
Tom turned his smiling face to him, but he didn’t answer. Benny caught the quick sharp look that passed between the Hammer and Charlie.
Charlie edged another half step closer to Tom. He towered over Tom, but Benny’s brother didn’t back away and he didn’t take his hands out of his back pockets.
“It’s a risky business taking a young pup into the trade,” said Charlie.
“He’s of age,” said Tom. “Got to earn his rations, like everyone else.”
“Yeah … but he looks a little soft to me. The Ruin’s a dangerous place.”
“Benny’s already been to the Ruin, Charlie. He did just fine.”
Charlie’s own smile returned as he looked at Benny. “You been out in the great zombie wonderland, kid?”
When Benny said nothing, Tom surprised him by saying, “Answer the man, Benny.”
“Yes.”
“Be polite, Benny,” Tom chided.
“Yes … sir.”
Charlie nodded approval. “You got him trained good as a hunting dog.”
Benny held his ground. “He’s training me to be a hunter,” he said with a growl, “and we’re going to go find the Lost Girl and bring her back to town. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
He didn’t know why he said it, and even as he said it he knew it wasn’t true, but he wanted to wipe the smirk off of Charlie’s face.
His words did just that. Charlie’s eyes hardened to stone, and he opened his mouth to say something. Tom put a hand on Benny’s shoulder. “We’ll be moving on home, fellas.”
He turned, pulling Benny gently, but before they went three steps, Charlie said something quietly to the Hammer, and they both laughed. It was a dark and ugly laugh, heavy and swollen with the promise of awful things. Benny tensed, wanting to turn, but Tom’s hand was like iron on his shoulder.
“Hey, Tom!” called Charlie, and Tom slowed and half turned to look back. “Best tell the pup to be real careful out in the Ruin. Lots of things out there will take a bite out of fresh meat like him. Everything out there wants to kill you.”
Tom stopped. He turned very slowly and looked at Charlie for several silent seconds, the smile still on his lips.
“That’s true, Charlie. Everything wants to kill you.”
Then he turned, patted Benny on the shoulder, and started walking. As Benny turned away from the tableau, he got a brief look at Charlie’s face. Did the big man’s smile flicker? Did his eyes show some emotion other than predatory confidence? Benny couldn’t be sure.
He and Tom walked in silence all the way home.
20
WHEN THEY REACHED THE GARDEN GATE, BENNY PUT HIS HAND ON THE latch but didn’t open it. He turned to his brother.